The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1887-04-16

I've lived to know my share of Joy,
To feel my share of pain.
To learn that friendships self can cloy,
To love and love in vain
To feel a pang and wear smile
10 tire of other cHmes-
To like my own unhappy isle,
And sing the gay old times!
Old times old times.
And sure the land is nothing changed,
Thebirds are singing still;
the flowers are sprintsng where we ranged,
There's sunshine on The hill!
The sally, waving DER my head.
Still sweely shades my frame
But all, those happy days aTe fled.
And am not the SAME!
Old times. old times.
Oh, come again, We merry times,
Sweet, sunny, fresh, and CALM
And let ,le hear those Easter chimes,
And wear my Sunday palm.
IL I could CRY away mine eyes
My tears would flow in vain
If T could waste my heart in signs,
They'd never come again!
Old times! old times!
Every WE'LL sweetly sung indeed,
Lilly,o said Mrs. Hassett--"but I think
you used to sing it with more spirit
long ago. The last time T. heard you l
believe was which,
20, no matter when, Ma am" said
Lilly, laughing off the frightful re-
miniscence, that the worthy old lady
was about to blunder upon ju her HON
est, plain way-"but j. D1i2st Use my
privilege.' And wishing to stop the
good womans tongue in one way, by
employing it another, a stratagem
which she was the more induced to
adopt, as she knew the very shortest Of
Mrs, ILassett's songs would consume q
considerable portion OF the evening:
she flung her mantle in turn to that
lady.
Mrs. Hassett's little melody complete
~ disinclined the company from any
farther amusement in the vocal way,
ths more especially as the night had
fallen, in the meanwhile: and the dark
ness was SO great by the time she had
wound up the history Of The lady Of
skin and bone,'' that the company
could no longer discern each other S
faces
LILLY, my love, I think il would be
almost irne to get the Candles" said
Mrs. Byrne.
Chow suddenly the night fell!'' said
Mrs. Hassett. lit looks as if we wore
to have storm, and I brought nothing
but my pattens and cloak"
ooh. we can manage that very we'll, ;"
sale, Mrs. Byrne. "Well, Lilly, what
about the candles?'
II told James to get them ready an
hour since, mother"
Ching the bell for him, my dean
Lilly did so.
"I don't know what keeps our uncle
Cuthbert SO late" said Mrs. Byrne; The
was to have been here before now. We
had all such laughing at him the
other morning, about a bargain he
with whom, guess?'
20, indeed, 1 heard of Infancy
Mac O'Neil, the gold finder, That was
q pretty business"
'sEIe went off with two Of the sub
sheriH's this morning to look for the
fellow. Eth? Heaven preserve us.
Was not that lightning?'
''Oh, not was but the flashing OF
the candle light from the hail upon the
''But there's no candle-light in the
hall, mother" said Lilly, ''or 'tWould be
here before now. wonder why James
doesn't answer the bel].'
"I'll be bound" said Mrs. Byrne,
"hes gone out to look at the bonires
on the furzhill Will you run down,
and see what keeps him, Lilly? and
take care now not to hurt yourself with
the bad step at the foot Of tine stairs,
as you're in the dark
Lilly left the room, closing the door
behind her.
Immediately after, the distant NUT
tering Of the thunder placed Mrs.
Byrne's conjecture out Of the reach of
all doubt. The conversation of the
company became hushed and broken
and confined altogether to observations
on the effect of the change.
The door again opened and shut.
"Well, Lilly, where are the candles?"
said Mrs. Byrne, lis James below?'
There was no answer. ''Who was it
came in?' said Mrs. Byrne. 'SAh, come
now, Lilly-no tricks if you please.
This is no time for joking. Why don't
you answer girl?''
The handle of the door again turned
and again it was shut fast.
s'Bless mel'' exclaimed one Of the
young ladies, starting from her chair
and clasping Mrs. Hassett's shoulder.
g What's the matter, you foolish
child?''
stOh, ma'am, z the girl replied. pant